The Horrors of the Sea

The sea is a fascinating world to explore. But like any places on earth, its mysteries offer horrors for divers and sea lovers. Here are stories of underwater horrors.

Those screams made my flesh shiver with absolute horror (xray-mag.com).

Underwater Screams

I am a scuba-diver. Or rather, I used to be a scuba-diver. I worked in underwater research, taking pictures beneath the ocean and gathering various specimens of fish for studying. I was been doing this crap for fifteen years while paying alimony for my kids.

One day I got up early for another ordinary dive into the ocean. None of us knew what was going to happen that day. We all thought it’d be just like any other dive. I got on the boat with the rest of my buddies and we sailed quite a ways out there into the ocean, then all us divers went into the water, about two hundred or so feet deep. Nothing unusual, just do the job, come up, dive in again, do the job, come up, and so on and so forth until quitting time. Well before the second or third dive, we went out a little ways further on the boat, about thirty leagues west of our present location. I and the other guys dove in, thinking it was just another dive.

I got separated from the rest of the group while underwater. Normally, that shouldn’t happen, one of the rules of scuba-diving is to stick together. Just out of curiosity I decided to check out this underwater cave that sat way at the bottom. It was dark, really dark, and deep. I had my flashlight with me, so it wasn’t too bad; but even then the darkness was something else, surreal in a way. It was as if you could feel it, that’s how friggin dark it was.

I hadn’t been in that cave ten minutes when suddenly I heard horrific screaming coming from up ahead. I honestly can’t describe the terrifying sounds I heard, except that they were human voices screaming at the top of their lungs, as if they were in lots of pain. At the same time, the water had gotten warmer, not by much, but enough to detect a difference in the temperature. But those screams made my flesh shiver with absolute horror; I don’t remember when I have been that scared before.

I swear to God there were hundreds maybe millions of screams coming from that cave, men and women and maybe some children. I was so freaked out at those shrieking voices, I couldn’t stand it. I rushed to get out of the cave, swimming as fast as I could, not looking back. I was breathing heavily, something that isn’t safe to do while underwater scuba-diving.

I got up onto the boat safely, shaking like a leaf. My buddies and the other guys aboard couldn’t understand what was wrong with me, and I didn’t tell until a few days later. No one believed me, they all thought I was friggan crazy.

I don’t know what those screams were, but I knew they were there, I heard them with my own ears. A few people I’ve told this story to say that I heard the screams from Hell itself, at first I thought them insane, but now I’m beginning to believe them. My friends think I’m insane, they don’t believe one word of my experience. I quit my scuba-diving job and took up employment at a hardware store somewhere in town. — William Christopherson

Another diver waved at me (zpply.com).

The Diver in White Shirt

The Wind Dancer, a popular live-aboard dive boat, begun offering six-night scuba trips from Grenada to the island of Bequia and back. Grenada and sister-island Carriacou stand out for their vibrant underwater life. Undamaged coral reefs, forests of sponges and millions and millions of colorful fish make for the real spice of life in Grenada.

It was on the second day when “it” happened. The Wind Dancer was anchored at the edge of the National Park of the Tobago Cays (southern end of the St Vincent and the Grenadines). Eleven divers back flipped off two tender boats into the warm soupy Caribbean waters and spent an hour underwater. Three of the divers were Canadian doctors, a fourth was a retired Hamilton pharmacist.

“Did any of you see the visitor? I saw another diver,” asked one of the Canadians.” He was wearing a white T-shirt, and a scuba tank. He waved at me!”

The passengers were by now on the stern of the Wind Dancer taking turns rinsing off in the communal shower. Roll call was immediately taken. Everyone was accounted for, none of whom were wearing T-shirts. There were no other boats in sight and the nearby island was devoid of life. He literally had seen a ghost. — Stephen Weir

Not a ripple all the way out to a shipwreck (livescience.com).

The Kate Kelley Shipwreck

This story took place on Lake Michigan off of Milwaukee WI about 15 years ago.

My husband and I bought an old 26 foot steel boat for scuba diving on wrecks. One particular day, we brought another diver with us. His nick-name is Noodle.

This particular day was beautiful. Sunshine, and the Lake was flat calm. Not a ripple all the way out to a shipwreck called the Kate Kelley. There was not one bit of breeze when we anchored on the wreck and the anchor line hung loose with about 4 feet of slack off the bow of our boat. It was early morning, and we were seven miles off shore.

You cannot see shore from where we were. The sky was crystal clear, and flies hung over the boat like a cloud because of no wind. Noodle and my husband geared up and went diving while I stayed on the boat as a safety diver.

There was not a boat in sight of us, nor any noise at all. It was deathly quiet. Noodle and my husband finished their dive and came aboard. It was time for lunch, so we sat in the boat outside and ate lunch.

The boat we dive off of weighs a hefty 4000 pounds and is made of steel. A person can stand on the side of this boat and it does not tip or lean in any way. We were not talking and just enjoying the sunshine and calm water. We could see the anchor line off the bow of the boat drooping and not taught. We were very quiet and were finishing lunch, no one had spoken, and there was not one noise of a bird, boat or anything.

With us all in the boat, the boat began to rise upward into the air. We watched the anchor line tighten until it was taught. We were not scared, just didn’t know what to do or think. We looked over the side of the boat and the boat was out of the water about three inches, the line off the bow was still taught. We looked at each other in wonderment and still no one said a word. The boat gently went down and back into the water, and you could see the ripples in the water go outward from the boat. Just like putting a cup into a bathtub of water, the ripples went outward. We all stood up and looked around the boat to see what could have caused this. There were no waves, no swells, no wind, no nothing. Not even a noise. We didn’t think anything of it much and went on a second dive. — Gayle

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